บท 472: Chapter 472: If I Don't Torture You, Who Will I Torture?

Daniel Marshall's handsome face gradually changed color. His brows furrowed and his normally calculating eyes seemed to be on the verge of erupting into an inferno of fury, exuding a terrifying air that sent chills down one's spine.

"Where did Mrs. Marshall go?"

His voice, as icy as the chill emanating from a cold cell, made Auntie Jane shiver uncontrollably. "Sir, Mrs. Marshall didn't say. I don't know."

Suddenly, all sound from the phone ceased. Auntie Jane stood stunned on the spot, holding the still silent phone close to her ear.

It took Auntie Jane a while to finally regain her composure.

A brief glance at her phone revealed that the call had been disconnected long ago.

This told her that Mr. Marshall was truly furious, and the consequences would no doubt be severe.

However, she neither dared to speak out of turn nor call Mrs. Marshall.

Perhaps, Mr. Marshall would reach out to her himself.